It had been a long flight. Something about the landing flaps or gear or something delayed takeoff for an hour, and you had to sit next to some businessman who kept dictating into his phone, forcing the whole row to become witnesses to his stupid ideas. You were so glad to land and get to Nate and Gloria’s house, and when Gloria offered the shower, that felt perfect. You were so relaxed now, you rubbed down your body with soap, and it was feeling really good. Your fingers gently explored your breasts, and dipped down between your legs a few times. And then a few more times. You bent your body over, leaning against the tile wall, and reached your hand around back to slide a finger into your pussy. You didn’t hear the door, but you sensed someone might be there. And that was only turning you on more. You heard the door latch, and you snapped out of your fantasy — someone really was here! You slowly turned around, and saw Nate. He was staring at you, eyes wide open in shock. He had just seen you fingering yourself, and was just staring.
Silently, slowly, he unzips his jeans and pulls himself out of his pants. He starts to stroke himself slowly, and without thinking, you place your hand back on your clit and rub it for him. He’s watching your hands slide over yourself, and he must be enjoying the inappropriate pleasure you’re enjoying in my shower. A gasp escapes your lip, but he doesn’t stop, he just gestures with his eyes to look down at him. You watch him stroke himself as he grows in front of you. He steps forward and is right in front of the shower now. You can see the water droplets hitting the shoulders of his shirt. You sigh and feel your knees getting weaker. Your body begins to pitch forward, and you feel like you might fall. He catches you in his arms, your wet body darkening his shirt.
“I don’t remember why I even came in here” he whispered. “Can you stand?” He helps you back onto your feet. Then you notice you are feeling his hardening cock pressing into the smooth wet skin of your stomach. You appreciate the rescue, but you hope he isn’t done with you.
“Please don’t stop” he whispers into your ear. His right hand returns to his cock, and again strokes up and down its length, making it grow harder and firmer. It presses up against your stomach as your body rocks back and forth with the motion you are making, pressing your hand between your legs. You look up and down into each Nate’s face and back to what you are each doing with your hands, not directly touching each other, and not speaking a word.
Nate’s brow tightens as he increases the speed of his strokes. Soon, with each stroke, you can feel his body lean closer into you, and his hardened cock press more urgently against your stomach. It’s sliding up and down your slick wet skin now, and he’s half humping against you and half stroking himself.
“Please don’t stop”, he pleads with you, as you see his skin redden.
“I won’t” you say, as you raise a leg up on the side of the tub, to spread your legs further apart.
You hurry your hand’s motion against your pussy, and begin to whimper, feeling him press his cock against your body. Eventually, you just can’t keep this polite not-touching going. You see his eyes close, and you bring your hand, moistened from your own wetness, to wrap around him, feeling his thickness, and you begin sliding your hand up and down. Feeling the ridges of his head and veins causes your knee to suddenly buckle, but you regain yourself. You continue to quickly stroke and pull on his cock.
“You can’t”, he protests. “You’re my guest here. I was just coming in to wash…” and then he bites his lip as he can’t control himself anymore. You feel his body tighten as he starts to cum. His cock spasms as you feel him erupt into your stomach, covering you with his cum. He look into your eyes, equally surprised, frightened, and hungry. He quickly and aggressively leans in to kiss you on the lips. That’s when you realized you were not just a guest here anymore.
Backing away from your lips, He looks straight into your eyes, speaking want and surprise with his expression. You are still holding on to his cock, still large and firm in your hand, and now slick with the shower water and his own cum. Not breaking his gaze into your eyes, He puts his left hand on your shoulder, and place his right hand between your legs. He slides his whole open hand up and down your slit, feeling your wetness. It’s slick and it’s obviously not just the shower water. His hand speeds up, and he spreads your juice up and down your slit as you only become wetter.
He presses his body up against yours, his chest coming up against your chin and his softening cock pushing up against your stomach. You can still feel his cum sliding down your stomach as it cools. A moan escapes your lips, the only noise you can manage as his hand speeds up its friction against your slit. That moan becomes a tiny yelp when he slides his middle finger into you. Your pussy is so ready and so wet he slides in his whole finger nearly instantly, and presses his hand up against your crotch. You grind back against him, and he pushes back harder. You continue this fight, him trying to get deeper, and you trying to relieve this urgent need for release.
He pushes your body back further as his finger does its best on you. You feel the stinging cold of the tile as your back is pushed against the shower wall, but you can’t fight against it. You brace your back against the wall to push your hips further against his hand, feeling his palm rub your clit and his finger deepen. His hand pulls out slightly to adjust his grip, and he lowers his left hand from your shoulder down to your waist. He leans his shoulders down to get a better angle, and replaces his hand inside your legs. This time, when he enters you, he uses both his middle and ring fingers, filling you with a little more girth. His hand slides up and down, and his fingers work the inside of your pussy. Your breathing becomes rhythmic and more desperate, which only makes him speed up.
“This is what you wanted isn’t it?” he growls into your ear. “Why else would you finger yourself in my house with the door unlocked?”
You can’t even answer. Your body is tightening and shuddering as his fingers fuck you. You think about his dick in your hand, and his cum on your stomach, still dripping down your thighs to your knees. His fingers speed up just slightly and you make a single loud yelp – you can’t even help it before you try again to be quiet so his wife doesn’t hear. You’re cumming on his hand, and he feels it in your body and around my fingers. His body presses up against you, pressing you between the cold tile and his warm body as the waves come over you.
After you regain your breath, he leans in to kiss you on the lips one more time and then steps back away from the shower. He pulls his pants back up, and take his wet shirt off to toss it in the corner. Out of the linen closet, he gets a neatly folded towel and places it on the sink for you to use. He looks at you, and smirks. Your face is red, and I can still see the dripping from where he came on you. “We’re going to have dinner in about an hour, so I’ll see you downstairs.”
“And clean yourself up, you’re a mess.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/jre6ga/welcoming_you_as_a_house_guest_fm
Very sexy babe.